Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Fifty Six•

M U T E D

Season 10

Bobbie's Point of View:
I wake up a couple hours later and find the sun already setting. I pull myself up and stretch out my arms, yawning in the process. I look around and noticed Daryl still wasn't around. I pulled myself out of bed and walked into Carol's home. I checked every room so far and noticed Carol wasn't back either. If anything, they might've decided to stay out for the night, look for a place with walls and will return tomorrow, no big deal.

I pushed open Lydia's room and noticed she was sitting on her bed looking out the window. She hears my presence and turns around, giving me a small smile.

"You okay?" I ask her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She utters. I hold a stare with her. She's quiet and seems like she's hiding in her room. Lydia realizes I'm calling on her lie, she lets out a sigh. "Is it bad that sometimes...I think about my dad more than my mom?" She asks. I furrow my brows at her.

"Why would that be a bad thing? You're mother wasn't a mom. She never was." I explain to her.

"Daryl tells me the same thing." She sighs. "Said that he kinda went through the same thing when he was my age."

"He did." I tell her. Her brows pull together and I see tears begin to brim her eyes.

"Sometimes I get worried that I'll end up like her. Everyone hating her, me becoming crazy like she was or something worse." She sniffles and wipes the fallen tears away. I walk over to her side and sat down beside her, throwing my arm over her shoulder and comforting her.

"You will never end up like your mother, Lydia. Look at Daryl, his father did just about the same things to you like your mother. But Daryl didn't let that change him." I tell her. Lydia finally huffs out a smile and looks at me.

"Thank you." She says. I show her a smile and nod my head.

"Come on. I could use you." I held my hand out to her and she grabs my hand. We exit out of Carol's home and headed straight to the infirmary. Once we entered inside, I look straight to Allison's bed. It was empty.

"Wait, wasn't your sister here?" Lydia asks. I turn my head to the door and see Gabriel and Jerry walking inside. The two men raise their eyebrows and look at me.

"Where's my sister?" I ask. Jerry sighs.

"Dude. I don't know how to tell you." He says.

"She was here. She was. I came in to check on her and she wasn't here." Gabriel says.

"How long has she been missing?" I question.

"An hour." Jerry says.

"My sister has been missing for an hour and you didn't say anything to me?" I question.

"We noticed you were sitting with her for a while, so we didn't want to bother you. We wanted to let you sleep." Gabriel explains.

"That is not your call." I frown. "If Coco were missing and you were sleeping, you'd want us to wake you up. Why is it any different for me?" I question.